In a dark room in a random location, a figure sat on a throne.
The darkness around him seemed to move independently like serpents made of smoke.
His face was hidden beneath a hood but two points of crimson light were where eyes should be.
The massive doors at the entrance swung open with a loud groan that was the only sound in the area.
A woman walked in with confident steps. She wore silver armor and her blonde hair was tied back in a tight braid.
It was Veronica.
She walked through the length of the throne room without hesitation. When she reached the base of the throne, she knelt with one fist pressed to the ground and her head bowed.
"My Lord Melrion," she said. "I have returned as commanded."
Her voice didn't have any of the playful mockery she'd shown to Lucas and the crew. Here, it was flat, professional and respectful.
"Rise, Veronica." The figure said.
Veronica stood up but she kept her eyes lowered.
"Report," Lord Melrion said. "How did the test proceed?"
